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Necropolis
It's driving me crazy...this necropolis. I feel watched and dirty all the time. These nasty piles of the populous, Commit and resubmit the heinous crimes.
Oh... where can we turn, I feel like a contradticion? Oh...I start to burn, I feel subjucated to submission?
It's making me seethe...this necropolis. Making me turn round and round. Suddenly one of the populous. Guess there are no more mysteries to expound...or confound. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Oh... where can we turn, I feel like a common dictator? Oh... I start to yearn, my potato features are in the perculator?
Eeeh..oh..poppin chock.. where shan't I go? Peeh oh..cockkin bock... why can't I slow?
Oh... where can we turn, I explain to the juristdition? Oh... where can we turn, ah-ee-ah-ee-ahhh....
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